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I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
Walking by the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground

Friday, November 27, 2009

Happy Birthday Vin!
hope you have many happy
days ahead of you.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I feel like saying, Babes, if you need someone, just let me know because I'll be there. BUT I CAN'T D:

I'm still hard to reach.
Monday, November 23, 2009

My mum probably more or less succeeded in her aims. Since young, I am a book lover, books to me probably is how smokers are to nicotine.

Books interests me, and makes an addict out of me.

Never regretted continuing the addiction, and I have to thank my mum for it.

Like what the say. Mothers are the best.
Friday, November 13, 2009

I slipped and fell on my way out of school today.

First thing I thought: DAMN THE ARCHITECT LAH. UTTER DAMNATION. CHOOSE THESE TILES FOR WHAT, AND WHY CAN RAINWATER GET IN?! DAMN YOU DAMN YOU.

Note to self- Tread lightly next time.
Thursday, November 12, 2009

I feel emo today. It doesn't help that I know emo-ers slit wrists and I've penknives lying around.

NAH!

I'm too afraid of my own blood.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009

It's always hard to notice the little cogs and gears that runs your life smoothly.

Only when they break down then we notice how much does that little cog affects the rest of your gears.

Nothing hurts me more to see a rusting cog going to give up, and yet nothing was done to maintain it and keep it going on.

&because I can't help mine until it's too late doesn't mean it's going to stop me from helping yours.
Sunday, November 8, 2009

I don't think I'll ever make a great architect in my lifetime unless I have a radical change in my thinking and style. My habits and thinking is what affects my designs.

But one thing is for sure. I don't think I would live in my designs.

Let's say its stable. Engineers say okay, QP says okay. URA, BCA, whatever A says okay.

It's weird to actually LIVE in it.
Thursday, November 5, 2009

I keep thinking. This is one of my weird fascinations. I keep thinking on what has passed. On what's past. How different would it be if i had reacted in a different way.

How would it be? What would I achieve? What would I gain? What would I lose? How much better or worse if I did it another way? I guess I'll never know, I'll just have to guess.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I think I pause too often, and sometimes, quite unneccesarily. For instance, I'm working on my models and then I'd pause, to think about something related to it but not needed at that moment, then when I go back to working on it again, it seemed alot harder.

When I stop, I think. When I think, I think too much. When I think too much, I get heavy with too much thoughts, and when that happens, I stall.

I need to re-wire my circuits before going on again. But how long will that take me? Or should I just drag myself to the finish line?